[ Wash doesn't know what happened, but he doesn't really need to. ]
I do.
[ There's a gravity, an understanding in his voice. He knows what happened, he knows what'd come over him. Being back there. It doesn't matter where it was, doesn't matter what happened, Wash knows the horror of that alone, suddenly losing your anchor to the present reality and being lost in memory. Everything's always so vivid, for him, he has a good memory and he'd really rather not, and so often he still hears the screams, still feels himself aching for her, for Allison, Allison don't, please -- even though he never even knew her. ]
It's fine. [ Don't be goddamn sorry about it, Miles. He shifts a little closer, the way he tends to do with people he's more comfortable with, with Carolina when he knows she needs something. York would've gone to her, held her hand, hugged her, maybe. Wash just always stays close, lets their shoulders brush together like he's doing here, lets her lean against him, if she wants. ] You're here now.
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I do.
[ There's a gravity, an understanding in his voice. He knows what happened, he knows what'd come over him. Being back there. It doesn't matter where it was, doesn't matter what happened, Wash knows the horror of that alone, suddenly losing your anchor to the present reality and being lost in memory. Everything's always so vivid, for him, he has a good memory and he'd really rather not, and so often he still hears the screams, still feels himself aching for her, for Allison, Allison don't, please -- even though he never even knew her. ]
It's fine. [ Don't be goddamn sorry about it, Miles. He shifts a little closer, the way he tends to do with people he's more comfortable with, with Carolina when he knows she needs something. York would've gone to her, held her hand, hugged her, maybe. Wash just always stays close, lets their shoulders brush together like he's doing here, lets her lean against him, if she wants. ] You're here now.